[Poggio]

Breathe, just Breathe… at least some part of his conscious mind was telling him that. His thoughts nagged him about going back to sleep with in the deepest recesses of his mind but he stayed in the nice little limbo of rem sleep until a voice commanded that he wake up. With a grunt Sebastian rolled over to his other side, away from the pain that hit his side. “No” Part of him thought the voice was his subconscious desperate attempt at social interaction, the other part of him that was still a prince said that he was to be commanded by no one, not even himself. He curled into a ball ignoring the pain and continued to slumber though much more lightly then before. His eyes shot open. For a moment he stared out into the wilderness. Someone was talking to him. Sebastian thought he had gotten past such delusions. Who would willingly traverse into his realm in its current state? Squinting against the early morning light he turned over against his better judgment. Great, the grim reaper has donned red just for my royal blood. He grunted again deciding that dying asleep was not the worse way to go.